Let's Make Love, Chera Mu ...

let's make love, chera mu, let's make love tujur
for tomorrow we'll fall victim to floods, landslides, and heavy drinking
for tomorrow a yesterday with narrow spider's legs will crawl in the
alcoholic curls of your hair
and confuse you, get you drunk . . .
let's be tender, grumbled the c??elu shooting range and raised its sights
to the voluptuous hips at the filaret bus station
let's be tender, squeaked the roundabout sign, my lonely one
let's be tender, a fly agreed.
spring licked us on the face and hands like a Pekingese
and made us wonder how we would taste on the infinite tongue of a night
full of charter buses and stars
spring caressed us, sometimes went beyond the limits of motherhood or
innocent friendship
and sensually revealed cold breasts under a worn, turquoise jacket.
oh, stay a while, the lampshade whispered down to a thread in the carpet,
don't you want to come up with me? We'll have drinks, listen to music, I'll
show you my library . . .
don't you want to stay with me tonight?
let's hold hands, said the intern at emilia irza hospital
to the tinplate rabbit in the toy display.
let's make love, let's make amour, let's be fruitful and multiply
the canvas and velour sang on gabroveni street and the tweeds and tulles
answered to the police sergeants and lady dispatchers until they went hoarse
let's make love, bumbled the pollen and the clouds
let's do it, panted the barbershops.
like little light bulbs in a row
nerves cracked in the forearm, veins swelled everywhere,
in nostrils, olfactory receptors locked their winter coats in wardrobes
and the refractive index devoured a chicken sandwich
in the eye's perverted gaze.
oh so many glances, so many absentminded accidents,
so many settled accounts, policies closed!
my little angel looked at herself in the mirror and hacked a lung
seeing a factory behind her.
spring spread thick onto the television,
like a slice of bread, our minds stiffened with industrious projects,
having seen a miniature world ravaged by trenches,
having dreamt of power and krakatoa, of the smell of the invisible man's
fox fur
of the velveteen eyes of the man who walks through walls . . .
our minds would remember since they were hunched over
since they were pulsing, then throbbing, writhing, crawling, groping,
twisting
the forearm's feeling of having feathers vanished into thin air,
the ear, its feeling of having heard the bellowing of a triceratops
and the hydrogen bubbles smacking malaria in the face.
believe in me, gurgled the intestinal flora
spreading luxuriously in the arms of terror
who, that night, wore a simple, elegant, and youthful outfit,
just give me a little kiss, digestion begged metabolism,
you bastard, don't hurt me, sneered one mouth to another
and schizophrenia to paranoia
while I waited for you at the bus stop for number 88 or 90 to zoia's.

evening came and the city stirred
night came and streets bubbled like soda
let's be tender, losing lottery ticket, let's be tender, rug beater,
let's love each other, water spigot, let's travel, pocket folders,
in dresses of debris and green twigs, of sausages and cheese,
soaked in vodka and gasoline, emotions went out cruising.
beyond tunnels and passages covered with stained glass
a kitten scratched at a bay window
and the waiters were allowed a disjointed life in breweries free of charge.
let's make love, unamuno, wacko, let's make love, chera mu,
and then stiff each other on matches, pliers, and toothpaste
let's tear away our thoughts of the world and living
let's ignore the pressures put to our minds
by the complex of the university's groz?ve?ti district.
spring looked down, yellowed from the stratosphere, tickled by ions and
the ozone
let's get to know each other better, snail, say,
let's hug each other, train depot, paper scraps, waste bin
and at the fountain near the end of alexandru alley let's splash water at
each other
right next to the clinic where even the trees
smelled like the dentist's office.